I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

In this way, I can take good care of my mother.

As for what to say, "Canned food makes me want to vomit when I see it", Miyazaki Nagabei couldn't understand it.

He felt that this was entirely a trick of Battalion Commander Sun.

……

At this time, Sun Shiliu, who is also the battalion commander of the "Zunming Fighting Against Youth Camp", and an interpreter appeared on the square.

Said to be the battalion commander is just an informal title.

In fact, Sun Shiliu was a third-rank sergeant major.

After all, these children are only part of the Ming Dynasty's servant army.

In addition to the main force of 8000 people, the third division also recruited nearly 3000 civilians from the local area.

Although these untrained civilians have little morale and are not even qualified to be cannon fodder against the regular army, they are better than cheap.

As long as a few cents, they can make their hard-working dry goods, which are quite hard-working.

Compared with those adult Minzhuang, the youth camp is relatively more valued.

It's not that they are better at fighting than adults, but because of Daming's imperial education, these children are the most important.

Therefore, appropriate policy support will be given.

"Today, I won benefits from the chief for everyone!"

Sun Shiliu said with a smile, "You don't have to eat the regiment for every meal, Commander Zhao agreed, and after we finish our tasks, we can all eat in the regiment headquarters!

But before that, we have to take a good look at the chicken coop in charge! "

"awesome!"

The children in the square cheered happily.

Daming barracks, this is a mysterious and attractive place for them.

After all, even the garbage thrown out of the barracks is so delicious, so how delicious is the dinner of the soldiers tomorrow!

Seeing the yearning on the faces of these children, Sun Shiliu nodded secretly.

Sure enough, what the emperor trainer said was right, the way to win people's hearts is to give kindness and power together, and blindly giving benefits will only make them ignorant of kindness.

……

Although Otsuka Mountain is not far from Hiroshima, it has continuous tall mountains.

There are only narrow valleys and passages between the mountains that connect the Hiroshima area and the Iwakuni area.

These roads are rough and difficult for horses, let alone cannon and baggage.

So in terms of probability, the frightened French chickens are unlikely to break out from here.

But nothing is absolute, the engineering company of the third division still set up some barbed wire fences in key parts of the Otsuka mountain area.

And those who are in charge of patrolling here are the little ghosts of [Zun Ming Dispute Youth Camp].

The so-called "Otsuka", as the name suggests, there are many graves here.

So these local children are quite familiar with this place.

Appointing them to take care of such a low-risk area is relatively labor-saving.

As usual, Miyazaki Nagai, with a telescope hanging around his neck and a signal flare in his hand, led a few friends along the ridge trail as the squad leader.

"Hey, Changbei, isn't this your father's tomb? It seems that a small sapling has grown?"

One of the little friends suddenly pointed to a newer tomb under the valley and said, "Shall we go down and have a look?"

"Kenjiro, we are patrolling the line of defense for the Lord Banzai, guarding against fleeing foreigners, don't do strange things!" Miyazaki Nagabei refused.

"That's what I said, but foreigners probably wouldn't go here, the road to the west is not for people at all!" The kid named Kenjiro replied.

"Absolutely not to be taken lightly!"

Miyazaki Changbei shook his head and said, "We must occupy the commanding heights to see the entire valley. If we can find a few foreigners, we will be lucky!"

"That...Squad Leader Miyazaki..."

Suddenly another kid asked with a pale face, "Tell me, foreigners with Yuedai shaved heads...are they still foreigners..."

"Ok?"

Changbei frowned, "It should be counted... Will there be such a foreigner?"

"I...I don't know..."

The child pointed to the valley and said, "Miyazaki, use the binoculars to take a look, they are sitting on your ancestral grave... Your ancestral grave is smoking!"

"what?"

Changbei hurriedly turned his head, raised his binoculars, and saw a group of foreigners laying down in disorder on the ancestral grave of the Miyazaki family.

Most of them wore ronin clothes and shaved their heads. Only a few of them wore blue clothes and red trousers French chicken uniforms, and they were the military uniforms of senior generals.

And these guys are laying on the grave and smoking cigarettes.

Smoke rings rose from the graves one by one and disappeared in an instant.

Chapter 307

a few weeks ago.

Changzhou Domain, Mine.

Mine was originally just a strong fortress established by the Changzhou Domain. The Maori family established it because it was surrounded by mountains to block the main road.

However, more than half a month ago, Mine Fortress had changed its owner, and in the eyes of the new owner, this place was very important.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel McCann, you have solved a big problem for us in France!"

"Glory to France, glory to God!"

In front of a mine on the outskirts of Mine, a French general laughed heartily as he watched the fields of anthracite coal.

And the one who kept complimenting him was none other than the rebellious Changzhou White Slave Captain McCann.

Thanks to his grandmother's French descent, McCann can speak fluent French with a Quebec accent.

When he heard that the French sent troops to assist the shogunate in fighting, McCann knew that his best chance to leave Asia and enter Europe had come!

Therefore, he decisively left anti-poetry, and led his troops to join the French.

……

Colonel Gramont de Castaner, Comte Gramont de Castaner, never imagined that the Great French Second Empire would be so fateful.

Even fighting on the Japanese island at the easternmost tip of the old continent, there will always be soldiers from the civilized world coming to surrender.

Of course, the guy in front of him who claimed to be a lieutenant colonel in the United States Army was very strangely dressed.

However, the military intelligence he provided helped him a lot.

Colonel Castaner smiled again and touched the top of McCann's bald head.

McCann had no choice but to smile, and said, "Your Excellency, Colonel, I shaved my Japanese hair because my scalp was too itchy. Now I have cured my skin disease and am going to stay back."

"Hahaha, you are too sensitive! I think your hairstyle is very good, at least much better than Dixie's hairstyle!"

Castaner rubbed it again. I have to say that this anti-human hairstyle feels good.

In fact, what Castaner said was sincere.

He himself suffers from severe hair loss. If he takes off his hat, his hairstyle at the moment is actually quite different from that of McCann.

He really just felt gracious and connected.

How wonderful it would be if the French could do this hairstyle!

Shaking his head and throwing this unrealistic idea out of his mind, Castaner said with a smile, "Brother McCann, don't worry, we France and Millikin already have a deep traditional friendship..."

"That's right, we Americans have always remembered the outstanding contributions made by the French lords to the freedom and democracy in North America!" McCann quickly echoed.

"Well, that's the truth!"

Castaner nodded, and continued, "This time you provided us with vital information for the Second Empire, took down several fortresses, and also brought us the easy-to-exploit Daling anthracite coal mine All these achievements will be recorded by my loyal clerk!"

"From Quebec to Yokohama, the glory of France will be known to everyone, and your name will be remembered together with our filial piety to God in Japan."

……

Taking McCann and others to visit the high-quality coal mine here, Castaner was very satisfied.

This is very good for restoring the production of the colony after the war.

To be honest, the difficulty of the war in the Far East exceeded Castaner's expectations, and those surprise soldiers with crudely made Ming (handed down) manufactured (obtained) weapons (waste) weapons (products) caused a lot of trouble...

This time, the Second Empire dispatched the Far East Fleet and formed 8 infantry regiments in India and Cambodia, each led by a rear admiral and himself, a noble colonel.

I thought it was just a military parade to show off my strength, but I didn't expect to encounter stubborn resistance.

but it does not matter.

Just like the battle in Beijing five years ago, that guy named Maori will surely crawl at his feet and lick his boots soon.

After all, whose boots could he lick but Lord Ben?

You must know that Rear Admiral Ramettley is not such a talkative person as himself.

Compared with a refined and elegant nobleman like himself, a pure soldier like La Merit is very barbaric.

According to their tradition, these guys who dare to persecute the saints must be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

Thinking of that guy La Mettelli made Castane feel a little uncomfortable.

Although Castaner was the commander-in-chief of the Japanese Conquest War and was a nobleman, Rametelli had a higher military rank and had participated in the Mediterranean War. He had worked hard and made great achievements. Many times, the rebellious navy would not fully implement his orders. .

From Castaner's point of view, these navies are deliberately not working hard, and General Rameteri looks down on himself as a nobleman!

The navy failed to attack Xiaguan Port several times.

Although the Xiaguan fort was destroyed with heavy artillery, the subsequent landing battles always failed.

According to Rametli, there is a military force in Shimonoseki that is small in number but far surpasses the Japanese samurai. It is likely to be Zhu Fugui's army.

The reason why I couldn't complete the landing was entirely because of this army.

After talking here, Kazineta and the surrounding officers all laughed, "Even if the Ming people have the strength of the Mexican army, can they still fly to Japan? It must be an excuse made by the incompetent navy! Haha Ha ha!"

"Huh? Lieutenant Colonel McCann, why don't you laugh? Aren't our colonel's jokes funny?"

"Oh... no... hahaha"

McCann smiled, his expression gradually serious.

……

Since that day, McCann's right eyelid has been twitching.

He remembered the ancient and mysterious oriental curse he had heard when he was a laborer in Daming: the left eye jumps for money, and the right eye jumps for disaster.

This made him suffer from insomnia.

And according to Murphy's Law: If you worry about something happening, it's more likely to happen.

A terrible thing happened.

The troops on the front line approaching the mountains outside Xiaguan collapsed without warning.

Like a herd of beasts seeing a flood, they ran back desperately.

To be honest, the French soldiers of this era still vaguely maintain the glory of the past, and it is not easy to have such a rout.

But the problem is that there are actually less than 5000 French troops on the front line, and there are more than 6 allied forces of the shogunate and the pro-maku daimyo.

And among the 5000 French troops, there were less than 1800 real Frenchmen.

The other 3200 people are all Indians and Cambodians.

Unlike the Indian servants of the British, because of the colonial location, the French could not recruit the red-headed assam with abundant martial arts, that is, the Sikhs, let alone the brave Gurkhas.

The ordinary asan recruited by France who believed in Hinduism were too weak to fight. On the contrary, the Khmer recruited from Cambodia were considered brave.

But the Khmer people...